Pain.
How could anyone possibly put it into words?
Daggers through the heart,
Walking on broken glass shards.
Breaking up with the one you love,
Not being able to contact the ones above.
Pain means different things to different people,
But the general consensus is the same -
Nothing in life is worse than pain.

“I hate myself,
I really do,
But I can’t go on,
Living without you.”

See, that’s my pain; living without her.
Everyone’s pain is subject to them,
My pain lays with Nicola,
From her reaction is where all the pain stemmed.
Physical pain is bad but Psychological pain is worse,
All this pain: circumstances are adverse.
A pain so deep it cuts like a knife,
All this pain controls my life.
Pain.

“I hate myself,
I really do,
But I can’t go on,
Living without you.”

Arabella Picken

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-819/